Luyện nghe bài hát S.P. So Bastardly

[VERSE 1:
I'm sippin' purple magic, gettin' stuck like
On the back of his head, S.P.M.
Boys down me, like four flat tires
Got Benz's and 'Lac's and candy
Try to make it rich, breakin'
My girl's name was cocaine, a crazy bitch
Was my first love, I will admit
Watchin' dope fiends fight for half a
Do these know, how it really go
Or are they just fake on the microphone?
I listen to the 'Pac, I to the Pat
My homie's dead or in the kitchen cookin' crack
Boys wanna' stare, it to the square, hoe
Should I stay ag' or should I let my hair
I know it don't stop, though they try
45 years, in this a homicide

SPM]
Creep me, S.P. so bastardly
And pull so
And so heavily
wit' me, S.P. so bastardly
And so fast-ily
And so heavily

2: COAST]
The world has got me on
I'm gettin' to that spot on the ledge
To if I drop, then I'm dead
Man, it's probably
'Cuz these days, innocent Mexicans get locked in the
Or rocked wit' a glock fulla' lead
Or (of the death??)
Now, I wanna' be the next one to suffer the same pain
I'm stuck in same game, I to change things
whoever says I just wanna see lead fly
The bullets sped by, now that's where your head lie
I be down the back street, my screw tape bang
The caddy coop stay through the two-way lanes
So come creep me, let me show you the ropes I roll frequently
Out the dirty, coast
What the deal like baby, is real life
This is it feels like, when you in the trill life
This is what it still like, fly the kite to Los
I''d like to welcome y'all on of S.P. bro'

[CHORUS:
Creep wit' me, S.P. so
And so fast-ily
And so heavily
wit' me, S.P. so bastardly
And so fast-ily
And so heavily

3: SPM]
I'ma stay strong, stronger then thought
I made 'em so sick when I it off the lot
But I'd fall apart, if I spark
South Park, slap 20's on my Ark
Money ain't a thing, never I love it
that's why the Lord gave me plenty of it
I spent it on my homies, it on my kids
I put a diamond necklace in my momma's
But all the kept me drugged up
I try to stuff a fuckin' whole ounce in one
So enemies, for no good reason
Guess they mad cause I the dough look easy
In the club, on a hog leg
some car friends wishin' I would drop dead
Now I'm on lock, they still can't take it
Homie, I'm the king of shit, man face it

[CHORUS:
Creep me, S.P. so bastardly
And pull so
And so heavily
Creep wit' me, S.P. so
And pull so
And so heavily